Rangy, Scorching, and Filthy
Golden waves sway in a strange sky to create a new shade.
With bare feet, cross a shroud's path, but no one is aware.
Summer starts as scarlet hues salute a mottled promenade.
This image has gold sparkle and blue padded birds there.
Written: August 14, 2021
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